I've developed a mild cold in the past few days and we ran out of tissue on the first floor. I got out a new box and immediately noticed this:
OK, be honest, what is the first thing you think of when you see this? Boobs, right? No? Is it just me? I blame the twelve-year old boy who lives inside of me. You can't tell me that graphic designer of this tissue box didn't know what he was doing when he "artfully" placed these decorative umbrellas on the box. I sent in a box of tissue to school with my son at the beginning of the school year. I'm so glad I didn't send in this box. Though his teacher seems pretty nice and normal so she probably wouldn't have noticed. She would see umbrellas, the way you are supposed to.
Yesterday we went to a local Fall Festival. It was a nice day to be outside. We did the obligatory hay ride. We bought freshly made kettle corn. Then we played the Cake Wheel. My son had never seen one before so I had to explain it to him before we put down our money. I told him, "Basically it's gambling. You put your quarter on the number that you hope will win. If the wheel lands on your number, then you win a cake." It's roulette for the kiddie set. My son, husband and I each put down a quarter and the wheel landed on my number. Woo-hoo! I chose a fantastic strawberry-rhubarb pie. It's delicious, in case you're wondering.
The gambling thing made me remember when I worked part-time as cashier at a Kroger grocery store when I was eighteen. Our state had just come out with it's first lottery and we cashiers were supposed to ask customers if they wanted to buy a lottery ticket. I hated doing it because I kept getting lectures about the evils of gambling. You would not believe the number of people who felt the need to preach to me. In my head all I could think was, "Quit yelling at me. They're making me ask this stupid question. I don't give a rat's ass if you agree or disagree with gambling. I'm just doing my job." I only worked at Kroger about a year and the greatest lesson I took away from that experience is that people are bitches and bastards. Seriously, when people asked me about working at Kroger I would say, "I've learned that people are bitches and bastards". I also learned that I am not cut out for working with the public. I have a great deal of respect for people who work in retail and customer service. They are truly unsung heroes.
Speaking of heroes, I can't believe I didn't get recognized as one yesterday. There were a ton of people at the Fall Festival and of course the lines to the restroom were terrible. I got into one line that was about 12 women deep. An extremely pregnant woman got in line behind me. She was thin and tall and her stomach jutted out in front of her. Basically she looked like a gourd covered in a sweater. I told her, "You need to walk up to the front of the line so that someone will take pity on you and let you go next." See-- I remember what it was like to be pregnant. She declined to do so. I had to make a decision-- should I let her go in front of me? It would be the right thing to do. Except I desperately needed to pee. The whole time I waited in line an internal battle raged in my brain, "Should I let her go first-- yes or no?" I'm proud to say (*cough* brag) that I let her go before me when I was next in line. I turned around to look at the women behind me expecting applause or some other form of praise but I got nothing. Even the pregnant lady didn't seem appreciative of my sacrifice. Oh well. I did the right thing and now I've shared it on my blog so you can spend the rest of your day thinking about what a good person I am. My nomination for sainthood should be coming any day now...
Yesterday we went to a local Fall Festival. It was a nice day to be outside. We did the obligatory hay ride. We bought freshly made kettle corn. Then we played the Cake Wheel. My son had never seen one before so I had to explain it to him before we put down our money. I told him, "Basically it's gambling. You put your quarter on the number that you hope will win. If the wheel lands on your number, then you win a cake." It's roulette for the kiddie set. My son, husband and I each put down a quarter and the wheel landed on my number. Woo-hoo! I chose a fantastic strawberry-rhubarb pie. It's delicious, in case you're wondering.
The gambling thing made me remember when I worked part-time as cashier at a Kroger grocery store when I was eighteen. Our state had just come out with it's first lottery and we cashiers were supposed to ask customers if they wanted to buy a lottery ticket. I hated doing it because I kept getting lectures about the evils of gambling. You would not believe the number of people who felt the need to preach to me. In my head all I could think was, "Quit yelling at me. They're making me ask this stupid question. I don't give a rat's ass if you agree or disagree with gambling. I'm just doing my job." I only worked at Kroger about a year and the greatest lesson I took away from that experience is that people are bitches and bastards. Seriously, when people asked me about working at Kroger I would say, "I've learned that people are bitches and bastards". I also learned that I am not cut out for working with the public. I have a great deal of respect for people who work in retail and customer service. They are truly unsung heroes.
Speaking of heroes, I can't believe I didn't get recognized as one yesterday. There were a ton of people at the Fall Festival and of course the lines to the restroom were terrible. I got into one line that was about 12 women deep. An extremely pregnant woman got in line behind me. She was thin and tall and her stomach jutted out in front of her. Basically she looked like a gourd covered in a sweater. I told her, "You need to walk up to the front of the line so that someone will take pity on you and let you go next." See-- I remember what it was like to be pregnant. She declined to do so. I had to make a decision-- should I let her go in front of me? It would be the right thing to do. Except I desperately needed to pee. The whole time I waited in line an internal battle raged in my brain, "Should I let her go first-- yes or no?" I'm proud to say (*cough* brag) that I let her go before me when I was next in line. I turned around to look at the women behind me expecting applause or some other form of praise but I got nothing. Even the pregnant lady didn't seem appreciative of my sacrifice. Oh well. I did the right thing and now I've shared it on my blog so you can spend the rest of your day thinking about what a good person I am. My nomination for sainthood should be coming any day now...